Total Drama Action Extended and Revamped

Episode Five - 3:10 to Crazytown

Episode 5 - 3:10 to Crazytown

•Screaming Gaffers - Cody, DJ, Duncan, Gwen, Harold, Heather, and LeShawna

•Killer Grips - Beth, Justin, Lindsay, Owen, Trent, and Tyler

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Wearing a black cowboy outfit with chest pockets, a holster on his beige khakis, and long, brown boots, as well as a black cowboy hat to really finish the look, Chris walked into frame to the sound of a Western soundtrack, in front of the Wild West set. "Last time on ye olde Total Drama Action!" Chris did a poor impression of an American southern drawl as scenes from the previous episode were shown. "Trent finally got his act together in order to show Gwen he were a winner. Aaaaand it failed, since she and Duncan were off sneakin' about around MY stuff. Not cool, partners. We set off to the beach for a groovy time, but it seemed like Justin was the only one truly in the spirits, as he was playing up his handsome charms from dusk till dawn. Tyler failed to save Lindsay from him, and is now paying the price with his honour. Meanwhile, Cody advised Gwen to dump Trent once and for all, and she's still undecided even as his number nine-slash-Gwen obsession rages on like a blistering tornado!"

The footage cut back to Chris, swinging to water pistols around. "Today, we'll be settling all these disputes and more the right way. So don't turn tail, because this is Total! Drama! Action!"

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(Fade to opening theme)

Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine,

You guys are on my mind.

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see,

I wanna be famous.

I wanna live close to the sun,

Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won,

Everything to prove, nothing in my way

I'll get there one day.

'Cause, I wanna be famous!

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

(Fade to episode)

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In Chef's kitchen inside of the craft services tent, DJ washed the dishes while wearing an apron that said 'kiss the cook', while Chef sat on the counter behind him, swinging his legs back and forth with his eyes narrowed on DJ's backside. "So...son." DJ twitched at the nickname. Chef smirked as he noticed. "I've been thinking... Outside of the animal stuff, I mean."

DJ sighed. "Why are you trying to relate to me?"

Chef jumped off the counter. "You're my future son! What kinda father would I be if-"

DJ turned around, his hands still dripping wet. "You are not, and will never be my dad."

Chef walked up to DJ, hands behind his back. "Is that what you want your poor, fragile mother hearing on the TV, DJ? You want me texting her that information?"

DJ tried to keep a fierce glare on the grizzly-looking man, his fists tightening. But his composure fell and his face slid down from rebellion to compliance. "...No."

Chef gritted his teeth. "Then tell me...your hobbies."

DJ turned around and continued scrubbing the dishes. "I play football in high school. Or used to, I guess, seeing as I'll be missing half the final year of school."